CHAPTER XIII.
"Aurelia," said I one afternoon,"there is some one coming up the path. Go and see who it is."
"Why it is Richard Dana," replied she, and hastening out she clasped both his hands and said with a beaming smile, "What Mr. Dana, so you have come to see us at last? Come in and give an account of yourself, and let us know why you never come up here since I came home. Father says you used to be in and out all day before I was here."
"Yes, that is just it" he began.
"Indeed? I am so sorry you find my company so disagreeable. For even to please you I cannot undertake to go back again to America."
Dana looked at her reproachfully. "How can you tease me so? When I do come here my one wish is never to go away—Good morning Sir;" this to me.
"Good morning, Dana; glad to see you. What business has brought you up here to-day? For it is
